122 IN SILENT WOODS 



such bee -droning and insect music as around these 

 Gerardias. I thought to take a picture of a 

 group that circled an Oak trunk, to piece out the 

 memory of it in winter days. But when the sea 

 breeze ceased, every flower bell seemed shaken 

 from within by hungry diners, and disappointed 

 new-comers went from flower to flower, failing 

 to find even standing room. Then, at last, for 

 three brief seconds wind and bees were quiet in 

 unison. So was another cell of flower memory 

 filled, and one more picture added to my photo - 

 herbarium. 



